Saturday, October 15, 2011

I Was Born Glamorous

GLAMOROUS AND ALREADY BORED WITH IT ALL.
Another beautiful Saturday in Sevilla.  And our first Saturday as legal residents. 

We rolled out of bed around 9:30, had our first breakfast of Greek yogurt and fruit and then went downstairs to El Sanedrín for our second breakfast of tostadas and café con leche.  I had my half tostada with ham, olive oil, and tomato.  Jerry had his whole tostada with butter and marmalade.  De siempre.  As always. 

While we sat and enjoyed another perfect, sunny morning in Sevilla, Margarita called.  I told her where we were and she joined us about 10 minutes later.  Jerry and I were already having a pleasant morning.  But, seeing Margarita as she headed across the plaza made the sun shine even brighter.

Margarita has lived in many countries.  She travels as often as she can and is enlightened, interested and interesting, funny, kind, charming, well-mannered, free-thinking, independent, and stylish. I think Jerry and I should start a fan club.

ARRIVING.  ON THE PHONE WITH MOM.
We sat and talked for two hours about politics, language, dialects, slang, culture, religion, prejudice, family, roots, tradition.  We laughed often.  If only the world were filled with Margaritas (and her namesake drinks aren't bad either).

Jerry and I had gone downstairs in the cool of the late morning.  I wore jeans and an old cotton sweater, which became much too warm as the plaza heated up. 

As we sat and talked, I realized that not only was I feeling uncomfortably warm, but I also hadn't showered or shaved.  I suddenly felt like a slob.  I apologized to Margarita for my appearance.  Her response as she looked me up and down?  "You?  You were born glamorous!"

Another reason to love Margarita.

26 comments:

  1. Ya got to love a lady who calls them like she see's them ;)

    hugs friend

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  2. David:
    Did I mention she is VERY kind?!?

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  3. Kind with good eye sight, she sounds amazing :)

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  4. David:
    I choose my friends for their BAD eyesight. Myopia is always a help!

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  5. hmmmm, well...I do wear glasses ;)

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  6. It seems she already knows you very well!

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  7. Bob:
    Yes, she knows me well enough to know I would love to be told I was born glamorous! She's a keeper.

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  8. Ha, Mitch, my lifelong myopia is nearly cured! But Margarita is lovely, what a great friend. (And I agree with you that the namesake drink isn't bad either, though it's quite a while since I had one - must remedy that!)

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  9. Never had a Margarita - that needs to be remedied asap.

    You haven't changed a bit, Mitch. Still got the same hairdo lolx

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  10. To be glamorous one needs a feather boa...lol

    saludos,
    raulito

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  11. Judith:
    I'm so glad about your myopia, but then you'll soon know the truth about me!

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  12. Chris:
    I don't handle Margarita (the drink) very well. Too much tequila one night a long time ago! I can't believe your comment about the hairdo; that's the same comment I made when I found the picture.

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  13. Raulito:
    You wouldn't happen to know where I can find one, would you?

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  14. Love your blog, Mitch, and it's so interesting how differently you and Jerry portray the same events. This is my first comment on a blog...moving into the 21st century!

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  15. Lauren:
    So great to see you here! Yes, I love Jerry's reports; but, just so you know, if there are any discrepancies, mine are the true stories!

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  16. I threw mine all out...nobody likes a bitchy, old hag-drag with a feather boa...lol

    saludos,
    raulito

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  17. What a great compliment! xox

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  18. Second breakfast? Are you hobbits? Funny, you seem taller to me...

    But even the smallest person can be glamorous! ;)

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  19. Raulito:
    Maybe it's just time for a higher-end boa!

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  20. Walt the Fourth:
    The second breakfast started because we didn't yet have a coffee pot in the house. And we couldn't just stop with a cup of coffee. Now it's just a habit... that we need to break!

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  21. From now on, I'm going to insist that all my friends call me glamorous.
    m.

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  22. Mark:
    As opposed to calling you "Your Grace"? (Anyway, I'm sure they all already refer to you as glamorous.)

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  23. I have never seen a baby photo that looks so much like the adult!

    Forget the BOA,

    I think you should get jerry to snap a photo of you today in the same pose with the same expression same clothes, same big white carpet mound, and same blanky/MANtilla, sort of thing.

    That would be great! And in black and white.

    You were a cute kid, but I may have been scared of you on this day.

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  24. Theaterdog:
    I actually like the idea of doing the modern-day version, but don't know if I'd then want to share it with anyone.

    That is kind of a scary look, though, isn't it?

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